Throwing up in this alley he was in, Neves looked back to where the church was, hoping she did not follow him.
"Oh God, this is too much." He cried out, spitting the remaining food inside of him.
"This is too cruel..." he said, his hatred for this world growing stronger.
Although the system has been helping him adapt to this world's environment, there are still many restrictions on him.
One of these is the restriction of eating or meals.
From the days he spent, Neves learned that he can only eat once a day.
Because of this, he only eats at night, since sleeping without food was too much even for him.
Now, having to eat something within that time limit, he was experiencing its drawback.
Breathing in as he sat on the ground, he looked at the sky, asking why he was like this.
Isn't this the complete opposite of the promised Isekai life?
The life where you learn skills and level up fast.
Be richer than the people living here.
To the point going back home was not even a thought.
Yet, here he was.
Broke. Weak. Suffering in all kinds.
And just wanted to go home and live the life he had back there.
Closing his eyes, he could smell the meals and food he had back at home.
He wanted to go back and have them once again.
Opening his eyes, he looked at his body. Thin and rough from starving and fighting all this time.
"My arm used to be thicker back then... now it's like this."
Standing up, Neves tapped himself a bit, encouraging himself to move.
Slowly moving to the dungeon once again.
In the dungeon entrance.
Looking at the people entering, Lenin — a dungeon door watcher — smiled, looking at their weapons and armor, the people entering in.
"All of them look so good," she whispered, carefully peeking at them without letting the people notice her.
Having the dungeon set outside the town plains was one of the things she appreciated.
Since it's outside, the fresh air would calm her, allowing her to breathe even while working.
Looking around, she found a familiar face moving towards the dungeon.
"It's him," she whispered, looking at a brown-skinned man with a black shirt and gray pants, still carrying that old-looking blanket of his.
Out of all the people entering the dungeon, he was the only one that carried nothing on him.
No food, bag, weapon, or even a pocket knife.
Making him one of the people she hated meeting in this place.
Seeing him, Lenin moved to him and stopped him.
"Where's your weapon?" she questioned, eyes sharp as a blade.
"Mm? Don't need it," Neves answered, thinking:
'Not this woman again, how does she always spot me and do this every day?'
"You're going into a dungeon and you don't have anything on you?"
"Come on," Neves quickly said, annoyance in his voice.
"Why do you keep asking me this every day? You know I'm not going to the bottom floors, and will stay on the second floor only."
Pushing her aside, "So please, let me go!" he yelled, not loud enough, but strong enough to show emotion.
"Tsk, just go, will you," she answered, letting him in.
"Thank you, and see you tomorrow again," Neves said, moving into the ruins in the plains, where the gate of the dungeon was set.
Looking around, he still couldn't believe such a sight was possible to see.
Although Neves knew what a dungeon looks like depending on the setting of the stories, he had never seen something like this before.
The dungeon was set in the plains outside the town.
From a bird's-eye view, it had a circular shape, where the circle itself was surrounded by water.
In the middle, stalls of all kinds were set, with adventurers in armor staying in them.
And in the very center of it, a broken front gate was set, that allows people to be teleported inside the dungeon.
From time to time, people disappear and appear from it, showing who enters and leaves.
"This place would be a good wallpaper on my phone... if I had it on me," Neves said, tapping the entrance of the dungeon and entering in.
[ First floor of the dungeon - slime field. ]
Entering the dungeon once again, Neves looked around and found himself not too different from the area before.
"Sigh, time to go to the second floor."
Although the first floor does contain monsters, this floor does not have any dropped items, making this place useless for him.
On the other hand, to the people of this world, this floor is a safe haven for them.
As the monsters on this floor give them experience points that allow them to level up safely.
Especially for the low-level ones.
Just by staying on this floor for hours and hunting down the slimes here, one could go from level 1 to 10 in one go.
And again, because of his broken system, Neves had no reason to stay here, allowing him to move to the second floor dungeon.
[ Second floor of the dungeon — Skeleton and goblin floor halls. ]
Also known as the true first floor. As this floor is where monsters truly are dangerous and willing to fight back.
Although the structure of this floor is simple, mostly halls without end and from time to time a room.
Skeletons, goblins, and goblin skeletons — these are the monsters mostly seen in this place.
Although the three are known as the main mobs on this floor, there are some points where the dungeon spawns other monsters too.
Examples of these are slug and bug monsters that can reach your knee.
Neves stays on this floor, as the next floor is not even accessible for him, as you would need to be level 5 to get there.
Annoyed by this, Neves looked around the floor, making sure he didn't spawn next to the spawning area where monsters are.
Seeing he was safe from this, he rolled his blanket and started moving around the halls.
Due to his luck or stats not existing, Neves' luck in meeting monsters in this place is low.
At best, he would find 1 goblin per hour, and if he's lucky enough for the day, he would face two in one hour.
But even if that happens, his non-existing luck stat hurts him.
Because each time he does kill monsters here, the chance of them dropping mana crystals is small.
"Please let me find them," he prayed, keeping close attention to both his front and back.
Moving around, he heard something from his side.
Hearing this, Neves breathed in carefully and moved towards this noise.
Turning the corner, he found a room.
A rare thing to find on this floor.
Seeing this, he readied himself to enter this room, as safety — especially without anything on him — is not guaranteed.
Entering the room, he found not goblins or skeletons. Instead, he found a snail... a golden-shelled one, to be precise.
"That's..." Neves could not complete his sentence in one go, seeing this.
"That's a rare monster!"
It was one.
Not only is it one, it was one of the monsters on the floor that ensures a 100% drop rate if you kill it.
Recalling this knowledge in the back of his mind, Neves' existing emotions and worries were quickly thrown away.
Hunger, pain, and fear — all gone, without a trace.
I need to kill it. Now!
That was all he could think
As the snail left a trail behind it, telling Neves it was on the move.
He quickly dropped his blanket behind him, perfectly surrounding the entrance he came from.
"This is the only exit. Without this, it can't run away from me," he said, carefully fixing his blanket to cover the doorway.
Bending down, Neves locked his eyes onto the golden shell of it, already thinking about what it will drop after he kills it.
With that in mind, he put his strength into his legs and darted to the snail.
The moment he did, the snail went back into its shell and used its protection ability.
Gathering the mana in its body and putting it into its shell, creating a light equal to the sun at noon — allowing it to blind its opponent.
As the light it gave covered the entire room, the snail readied itself for its second ability: Charge yo-yo.
Secreting slime from its body, it lowered the friction around it and jumped to where Neves should be.
By combining these two abilities, it could blind its opponent, lowering their vision.
With their vision down, their guard would diminish, allowing the golden snail to attack them.
Knowing all of this, the golden snail didn't hesitate to jump towards Neves' chest area.
Thinking he was covering his eyes to protect from its light attack.
Neves' body was in sight, the snail didn't expect what was coming to it.
Neves' arms were crossed to his chest, his eyes wide open, tears leaving his face.
The shell slammed into his arms — bone shaking, skin splitting.
The impact was great — shell versus bone and skin.
Before it knew it, Neves came flying into the air and hit the wall behind him.
Just a few inches away from the open door.
The snail too came flying, but with no damage.
Its armor was thick and strong enough to stop that.
It tried to leave its shell, peeking out its eyes at Neves.
As soon as it did, it saw it.
Neves' head bleeding, arms bruised, bleeding, and skin open.
Yet, standing firm and tall.
Eyes locked onto its body, with no sign of fear.
Seeing this, it used Charge yo-yo again.
This time not to attack him, but to escape from the room — into the halls instead.
Neves noticed this and quickly jumped out the door.
Arms wide and fists hard.
The moment the snail hit the air, he punched it back inside the room.
Pain surged. Its durability showed Neves.
Then, the moment the snail was back inside, Neves returned too.
He didn't let the snail recover.
He jumped into the air, his legs strengthened.
With a single move, he launched a kick at it.
The attack landed, making a "thud" sound.
Its shell cracked.
Seeing this, Neves grabbed it from below, raised it into the air, and slammed it down.
Crack.
Hearing that, he smiled, his blood seeping into his mouth.
Yet, he didn't stop.
Grabbing the snail into the air and repeating the act.
Before he knew it, its shell was full of cracks.
Slime falling out from inside.
The room was covered by it. Himself too.
"Just a bit more," he said, throwing it again.
The moment he did, the shell broke completely.
The snail hiding inside it, writhing in fear.
He didn't react.
He stretched his hands to it and grabbed it.
One on the head and another on its bottom.
Placing it near his mouth, he bit into it.
Grinding its body in his mouth, dealing damage.
And before he knew it, it died.
He sighed, head heavy, stomach sinking, eyes blurry, then —
Poof!
The snail was gone. Replaced by a crystal, book, and ring.
He smiled.
Then everything went black.